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austria, pictures, switchblades, and selfishness.
before i start this longass picture post, i would like to say a few things.

-lfc epee better be kicking some ass right now.
-i'm not putting in all of the pictures; the cropped versions can be found here. 260 pictures, i think, is too much for one post. and you probably only care about the pictures with people in them.
-that being said, don't open this unless you want to let it spend some time loading.






mildly cool view from the hotel in vienna. it was built over a hot springs, so it was very foggy in the morning, and it smelled like rotten eggs. that room was where i met ashley rathjen (sp?), who was....a personality. she made herself at home in ella's and my room before we even went inside, and i guess we weren't the only ones she did that to.

in the garden of the imperial palace in vienna:















above picture is the hall where we played our concert. the audience was so huge and so appreciative that we played an "encore:" the last few lines of rodeo, the last piece of our program. although we never again had such a loving audience, krueger felt the encore was necessary in our other concerts also.


at the best ice cream cafe in austria:













(my favorite picture ever)






if those are blurry, it's ryan's fault.




not exactly a common sight in europe








waiting for dinner/being tired/hitting and getting hit on by a hobbit named sam




our hostess, a famous opera singer, sang for us.


after curfew that night i took my straightener and snuck over to sam and cameron's room. mike did also and i did everyone's hair:














then sam and mike and i tried to have a threesome.







...but mike has a girlfriend so that didn't happen. how sad.




gina felt sick the next morning and began being a drama queen. now, everyone knows i love gina. however, everyone does not know that i have a gina-meter. when we left lincoln, it was at a 9.5 or so, of ten. for the first couple days it stayed at a pretty steady 9. this is when it started slipping.




ryan, roshni, and lauren




mr rush


in the art museum that morning, some creepy shizzle:

















mummy of a crocodile.




smartcars were very common there.




dk what this is






we went back to the ice cream place and ryan and i got awesomerockin cups.








badass




that made my heart melt.









then we went to an amusement park and did some rollercoastering. i bought a badass lighter, which as far as i can tell got stolen from my luggage along with one of my switchblades....which is really kind of sad. i was feeling badass for a while there. anyway, some pictures outside the scare ride that gina and i went on:






then we got attacked by the duracell bunny! oh no!












'vette




capitalism kills.
(that was in graz, where we had time to walk around on easter monday. that was disappointing; the only thing sam and i found open was 'sex world,' which is all black and neon paint inside, illuminated by blacklights. all it had were little rooms with nothing in them but video screens, napkin dispensers, trash cans, and a comfy leather chair. ewwwwwwwwww.








a squabbit hutch. there were these weird animals that looked like rabbits and squirrels at the same time, and i guess they were carniverous because tehre were slabs of rotting ham on top of the hutch.




crazymad art in progress




creepy mannikins
because it was easter monday, that night all that was open was mcdonald's. and then everyone got hooked....so badly that i got to eat cheeseburgers not once, not twice, but three times during the week. only mostly disgusting.




lauren and i went shopping and bought puma bags. then when we were waiting for the buses ryan stole someone's coat and my bag and tried to be a model.


long boring bus ride to salzburg:












stopped in innsbruck before we got to our hotel, at the garden where the sound of music was filmed:











and ryan did a cartwheel.




that was the morning we bought a chocolate-covered ginormous pretzel and split it four ways. sooo good. then i took a picture of ryan, donny, lauren in front of a cow. note the shirts donny's wearing, and how he took his passport wallet off for the pictures.



he took the tshirt off later, denying that it was because i'd been acting like kent and making joking fun of his fashion sense. i felt bad.




on the way to lunch at a chinese place; i blew the mime a kiss after i gave him a euro. and he threw it away. how sad....how funny.




if i were stuck in a wheelchair this is how it would look.




the weirdest crucifix ever. yes, that is a golden spike thing going through jesus's eye and out the back of his head.




i painted ryan's nails on one of the bus rides.




outside the schwarzov crystal store. girls, you know those marks on claire's jewelry that say "genuine austrian crystal?" yeah ignore them. the necklace i bought there was 38 euros....which was middle of the road for jewelry. in dollars, probably around 55. and that's not mentioning the other goodie i bought there.




aaron's such a cutie.




i really don't know what this is. either a gremlin or a piece of paper on the edge of a building.




wtf mate?
these guys were running around in whacked-out outfits and just being flatout weird....they poured everyone in our tour group a drink. i was one of the few that drank, though. who can say? i guess i just trust crazy austrian men in spandex.


i think i should mention here that lauren and i got mooned by a hot austrian punk one night when we were walking around on the roof of the hotel in graz. that was satisfying.




this had to be put in a back corner of an unrecognized museum because jesus is naked. kind of weird coming from a european perspective.


I WENT TO THE TOP OF THE ALPS.




1/3 of the way up




a sign before we got on the gondola (car hanging from a cable) for the long leg of the trip up. andrew couldn't translate it for me, but he said he'd get back to me on it.






2/3 of the way up




that little stone ledge hurt me very very badly. the snow right in front of it wasn't packed like what we had been walking on; i walked right up to the edge and my foot fell three feet down, and bruised my shin. hurt like a mofo.






i love that tiny little ineffectual safety rail.




charles




andrew. he is like elizabeth in that you almost never see him smile like that.




i made a snow angel.






it's a long way down from there.











that was our last day in innsbruck. the next day we went home, and i took assorted pictures in the airport:





i thought those boxes were a joke the first time i saw them.




tired. we had to get up at 3.45....i wasn't going to go to bed but then sam and cameron and mike chickened out on me, and andrew and charles's room was in a different tower and impossible to get to without being stopped by mr rush. how sad.


andrew and i played people pictionary on the ride home:



mike, jessica d, ed love (bald spot shining) and gina. gina's speech bubble says "i like to buy underwear and then show it to everyone!" -the gina meter was at about .2 by then.




adam butler, cameron, sam (saying "i like to play with fire!" "and matches!"), carol beach, meredith.




donny, ashley r, zander, and chantry and emma nelson; chantry's camera, which you can't really see, contains 7000 images. her coat is very long and elegant.




charles, mr krueger, a dog's nose, luke pickle (one of the innsbruck waiters tried to set me up with him, wtfmate), and mr rush. and the dot game, which i won.




then charles took my notepad and drew tegan and dane. only i labeled dane jingyao because they both lost their passports and she hadn't been made fun of as much as dane.



what haven't i covered in there? let's see.

-spinach and goat cheese pizza. had that twice and it was excellent, italian, and authentic both times. italian pizza doesn't usually have meat on it, btw.
-trying to get drunk with the basses. in the end we all lost our balls and didn't buy anything; but we could have. maybe not should have, but i almost wish we had.
-getting to know donny. i'm glad i did....he's not exactly the prick i thought he was at the beginning of this year.
-continental breakfasts. i got to like them better than american. bread and butter and sometimes nutella makes me happier than donuts anyway.
-zander's birthday. the innsbruck waiters made a big deal out of it....sparklers and kisses and getting carried around.
-spending at least $200 on a credit card. which i have to pay back. but it was def. worth it.
-adam butler's gandalf pipe, his pride in having had a beer on the alps, and playing cards and smelling good-smelling pipe smoke.
-getting detained in frankfurt airport because of josh's present
-getting my luggage lost in denver; when it was returned today it was missing a switchblade and my lighter. i said that already but i'm repeating myself to emphasize how sad i am about it.

if you were me would you give the one remaining switchblade to dev?